I’m sick of everything. Not just sick. I’m repulsed, disgusted, and I feel left out. I don’t know exactly what I’m left out of, but I feel like everyone around me has these things going for them. They’ve got different goals than I do. My friends and I all talk. We talk about each other. We bicker over the most absurd things. We are sneaky and secretive.
I’ve come to realize that it just isn’t worth it. Acting in a way that is harmful and out of spite is not satisfying to me. I feel betrayed everyday when I find out that I can’t confide in someone to keep one thing to themselves. I’m vulnerable and I’ve got flaws. People who I want to trust abuse their knowledge of how I feel about certain things.
Well I’ve got one thing to say.
I’m telling you personally because I wanted you to know.
If I wanted someone else to know, I would tell them as well.
I feel like I am a very trustworthy person. I hate breaking plans or lying to most people (with the exception of my parents). If someone confides in me, they should know that I am not going to go tell anyone else.
I’ve always been upset with the concept of trust. It frustrates me that people can’t say what they want. It frustrates me that I can’t say what I want to say. Today, I realized that this is the source of some of my deep rooted unhappiness
At school this morning, one of my friends, who we can call Cate, seemed very distant and upset. I thought maybe something had happened with her sister or she was fighting with her parents. I wanted to talk to Cate about it and see what was wrong. However, I decided to just let things be and work themselves out.
I probably should have asked her about it in hindsight.
After school, I went to my friend’s house who we will call Jen. Cate was there too. It never bothered me that they hung out without me. I’m glad that I have friends who all get along. However, today it bothered me. I felt a hostility as soon as I walked in the door.
Cate and Jen were smoking weed, laughing, talking, saying inside jokes. I didn’t think anything was wrong at first. I went out with Jen to have a cigarette.
Jen asked me if Cate was mad at me. I was kind of taken off guard at this notion. I didn’t think I had done anything to make her upset. But I knew if I did, it was probably something minute in proportion and really didn’t affect anyone’s life. People just like to cause drama.
The more the night went on, it became clear to me that Cate was upset with me. I still don’t know what I did. But what I do know, is that it’s not worth it to fight with friends. It’s pointless. If I said something to Cate, I’m sorry. But I feel like friends should be able to say what they want around each other without worrying about some kind of unnecessary conflict coming afterwards.
Later on, Jen and I had another cigarette and Jen told me that she was upset with me as well. I was quite frankly in shock. I was thinking, what the fuck did I do to these girls to have them being all catty? Apparently, Jen was upset that I caught her accusing me and her boyfriend to have some kind of thing behind her back. And even though she really did accuse me of doing this, I still get shit for it? To be quite honest, I could never ever take her boyfriend from her, and I wouldn’t want to. But she accused me of that, and I caught her on it. So why was this my problem? Why was I getting yelled at for? Oh, because I didn’t tell her that I caught her.
And then she goes on to say that she tells me everything from when I do something that bothers her of if she hates what I’m wearing that day.
But this is a straight up lie.
People talk. And Jen, people repeat what you say too.
I’ve heard things you don’t think I know you’ve said.
But don’t worry. I’m really not that angry.
Tonight, I realize that everyone likes to create a conflict, because what’s life without a little spice? No one can just sit down, relax, enjoy company, chill, be themselves.
I’m tired of not being myself. I thought I could be myself around certain people. But now I realize that the only time I’m myself is when I am alone.
Alone. In seclusion. Left to think of this nonsense.
Humanity in general always has to have a conflict. Wars, arrests, a fucked up economy, genocide, anything and everything is a conflict. We are all struggling to survive.
And for what?
I don’t know why I am here, but I want to enjoy my life. I want to live and see the world and feel things.
I don’t want to be stressed out over stupid incidents, like if I laughed at a joke with someone’s boyfriend without the girlfriend being there, or some stupid shit like that.
I’m accepting that people will always have their paranoia. My friends wonder what their friends are thinking, and I do the same thing. Everyone says they want “no drama” or they just want to get along.
This brings me back to my seeing the couple today in the restaurant. They wanted to live a great lives, and be a part in each others’ lives. They said they didn’t know why it had to be so hard and where they went wrong in the first place.
Then fucking get along. Don’t pick pointless fights. I’m too busy trying to have a good time with you, with anyone.
And as for where we all went wrong? We went wrong when we start to care about being on top, being the best in a fucking social clique. We went wrong when we became materialistic and gossipy.
We all have a little bit of materialism and attraction to conflict. Don’t deny it. Everyone loves a bit of bad news.
But I honestly can’t take it anymore! I wish everyone else would really practice what they preach and cut the bullshit. If people don’t want things to be bad, they don’t have to be.
But sour things happen because people want them to happen.
I’m changing. Right here, right now. I am not going to let things get to me. I am going to turn off that fucking switch in me that cares about what other people think of who I am.
I am going to be myself, I’ll say what I want to say, and I’ll act the way I think everyone should. Period.
And if I can't, I might go crazy.
Current Mood: 
crazy